Lost and Coming Home

[Intro] (Slow, mournful acoustic slide guitar riff sets the mood, sparse fingerpicking underneath) [Verse 1] Dusty boots on a gravel road Sun goin' down, a heavy load Been ridin' hard since I was just a kid Lost my way, did the things I did Stole a horse, ran from the law Learned to f***t, learned to claw Through the shadows, through the rain Tryin' to outrun the ghost of pain That chased me out when I was young Before my life had just begun [Chorus] But the wind's changed, blowin' low and slow Pointin' back to where I used to know Yeah, the wind's changed, whispers soft and deep Callin' out to where my memories sleep Lost boy wanderin', miles from the light Finally turnin', home in sight Lost and comin' home tonight [Verse 2] Slept in ditches, under railroad cars Saw the scars beneath the stars Played my guitar for whiskey dregs Made my bed on broken legs Of promises I couldn't keep While the devil stole my sleep Outlaw trails and whiskey burns All the lessons a young man learns The hard way, with b***d and bone Far away and all alone [Chorus] But the wind's changed, blowin' low and slow Pointin' back to where I used to know Yeah, the wind's changed, whispers soft and deep Callin' out to where my memories sleep Lost boy wanderin', miles from the light Finally turnin', home in sight Lost and comin' home tonight [Bridge] (Slide guitar weeps a bluesy line) That wild fire, it burned so bright Chased the darkness with borrowed light But flames die down, ashes cool Leaves you feelin' like a fool For runnin' blind from what you knew The simple truth, tried and true That old porch light, faint and dim Still shines somewhere beckonin' him [Verse 3] See the fence line, saggin' low See the fields where corn used to grow See the oak tree, twisted, old See the story that it told Of a boy who ran too fast Tryin' to leave behind his past Now the past is all I own Walkin' weary, comin' home To face the ghosts I left behind And pray forgiveness I might find [Chorus] Yeah, the wind changed, blowin' low and slow Pointin' back to where I used to know Yeah, the wind changed, whispers soft and deep Callin' out to where my memories sleep Lost boy wanderin', miles from the light Finally turnin', home in sight Lost and comin' home tonight [Outro] (Slide guitar repeats the mournful intro riff, fading slowly with sparse fingerpicking, conveying weary relief and unresolved tension)